BETS ON ME Lyrics

Safe move placing your bets on me

Labels call

All the really need is that check homie

Back home

East side where I'm staying blessed homie

Miss my mom

And my fam like fuck whats next homie

Racks coming in kind of quickly (kinda quick)

New friends I'm sorry but my old ones dissed me

I got a new bitch and new kicks they cost like fifty

I'm on the way home in a Montego she like to kiss me

All my fans ask

Where the album at?

Not sure, Im stuck in the middle

Like wheres Malcom at?

G5 to ATL like

Where the Falcons at?

Suicide doors right up on the coupe like it's

(woooh)

Yeah

Overseas I'm with some bad tings and

Mad rings

Mans calling my phone for a verse

I'm taxing

W2 shit

Like I'm stuck at home faxing

I break bread for all my brothers

That's the last thing you do

Long drive I'm coming home (coming home)

Long nights I spent alone (spent alone)

You got me in my feelings (yah)

You drive me up the ceiling

I'm trying to get away from you (ah)

I keep sliding up no brakes on me (no brakes)

I'm done riding with them fakes on me

I stay higher than they make of me (wooh)

V12 in the engine

I come for my vengeance

Y'all better pay attention

Y'all better stay woke

Y'all better getting choked

Y'all better keep cool around me

Never ditching my folks

Outside with the same old squad

We never doing wrong

Outside with same old mob

They kept me going long

Riding round' with the top all gone

Fuck what you say about me

(sayin bout me)

Safe move placing your bets on me

Labels call

All the really need is that check homie

Back home

East side where I'm staying blessed homie

Miss my mom

And my fam like fuck whats next homie

Racks coming in kind of quickly (kinda quick)

New friends I'm sorry but my old ones dissed me

I got a new bitch and new kicks they cost like fifty

I'm on the way home in a Montego she like to kiss me

All my fans ask

Where the album at?

Not sure, Im stuck in the middle

Like wheres Malcom at?

G5 to ATL like

Where the Falcons at?

Suicide doors right up on the coupe like it's

wooo

Yeah

Overseas I'm with some bad tings and

mad rings

Mans calling my phone for a verse

I'm taxing

W2 shit

Like I'm stuck at home faxing

I break bread for all my brothers

That's the last thing you do